This is a prologue to a sci-fi story called "The Donation". It is meant as a dystopia. Do not read this prologue or the following chapters, if you can not handle stories about a patriarchal regime. "The Gender Reconstruction Act was narrowly approved today. All remaining women's rights have been revoked. Leading feminist protesters were arrested today, on c...
The year is 3608. The Earth is a husk, dead. The remaining of humanity has been living on a megastructure built over a thousand years ago known as the Ring. A Dyson Ring, over 40 times the surface area of old Earth. Rather than a idyllic Utopia that was portrayed in games or media 1600 years ago the Ring is a continuous megacity. A civilization that has lost...
Chapter Twelve Freedom Okay, maybe going to sleep covered from head to toe in sexual fluids was a bad idea. I stank. I had to scrape crusted fluid off of my face before I could even open my eyes. There was no sign of the captain. I worked my way to his shower and let the sonic vibrations lift the debris off of me. Eventually I felt human again. I left and...
A notebook has fallen to planet earth with the ability to change reality. Whatever is written inside changes reality. You can travel through time, change people's fetishes, change laws and rules, change societal norms. Anything you want to become reality can become so. Who will be the lucky person to find this notebook? What will they use it for? They can fu...
It's been several years since the epidemic broke out, effecting everyone in the world nearly simultaneously. Due to its symptom free nature, at least initially, as well as the quick incubation time and airborne transmission vectors, the whole world was infected by the time the first signs began to show in earnest. It had some official designation, H1W1 or so...
Sara and I were sitting by a boarding gate at Miami International, waiting for our flight to St. George. We traveled between the States and St. George a great deal and had become friendly with many of the flight crews who worked this run. However, the flight attendant who picked up the PA microphone this morning was new to us. She was a pert blonde with a wi...
My name is Julia. I am a white college student who was living a normal life in Washington D.C. Originally from Georgia. Then everything changed after the most recent presidential election. Scott Brown, a presidential candidate with black supreme ideals, got elected into office by one state in the electoral vote. But that was not even the worst part. The...
Our second favorite Beach and ramblings of a dirty old man. After retiring in 1994 we discovered a real legal nude beach on the east coast of Florida. This one is under 200 miles from home. It was there we renewed Dollie's photo shoot tit holding games with men of all ages playing with her tits as I took pictures. Now instead of a cheap film camera and a...
A Scrapbook of the Rise of Female Dominance & Mandatory Male Chastity Forward Depending on your perception, this work is either a fictional description of a world that might be, (should be?), or a slice of personal historical recollections and observations sent back from that future. Perhaps it is both at the same time. In any event, it is dedicated to th...
Weren't the Victorians a peculiar people? It's so funny to look back now and think of a society where a woman displaying her ankles was considered indecent exposure, where underwear covered more of the female body than most outerwear does nowadays, where bathing suits covered a woman from her feet to her neck. In the year 2115, the people of earth look back...